[MTL]Opening Check-In: Back To Ten Years Ago As a Surgeon

Chapter 13: Something goes wrong, I'm responsible

Actually, Wu Yuan noticed Fu Pingyi's actions just now, and there were some bad omen, but he was still unable to determine what was wrong with him.

When Wu Yuan came over just now, he had several speculations about medical pathology in his mind.

Fu Pingyi's situation did look quite bad, his eyes were closed, his head twitched slightly, and there was a slight murmur in his throat.

Wu Yuan opened his eyelids and saw that his pupils were turned up.

Zhou Qiang couldn't help but ask: "How is it? What's the situation?"

Hu Yunting: "Wu Yuan, if you are not sure, just wait for the ambulance to come..."

Wu Yuan waved his hand: "When will the ambulance come?"

Zhou Qiang: "There's a traffic jam around here, they said it would take half an hour."

Wu Yuan looked solemn: "It's too late, this is epilepsy, half an hour later, it may cause irreversible brain damage."

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

Wu Yuan: "This old man is not too young, the risk is very high, and emergency treatment must be taken immediately!"

Tian Baohui: "...Should, emergency treatment? Who, who will do it?"

Wu Yuan ignored Tian Baohui, turned to the clerk and said, "First aid kit, bring the first aid kit here!"

Generally speaking, such shopping malls or storefronts should prepare first aid kits.

But the clerk hurriedly said, "Yes, there is a medicine box, but no first aid kit."

Wu Yuan was helpless, so he had to say, "Bring it here, hurry up!"

The medicine box was brought over. Wu Yuan rummaged through it quickly. They were basically simple hemostatic medicines and bandages, and basically nothing could be used.

Wu Yuan: "Knife and straw!"

Shop clerk: "Huh?"

Wu Yuan: "Stop it, hurry up!"

The clerk went quickly.

Zhou Qiang: "...what are you going to do?"

Wu Yuan: "His throat is stuck with phlegm. He must have a tracheotomy as soon as possible, otherwise he will be suffocated!"

Hu Yunting and Tian Baohui's expressions changed.

Tracheotomy! ?

It's not a good thing to hear.

The clerk brought a fruit knife and a thick straw.

Wu Yuan actually used this kind of thing for surgery! ?

What an international joke!

Tian Baohui's eyes widened: "You, don't mess around! This is not a joke! Who is responsible if something goes wrong!?"

Wu Yuan glanced at Tian Baohui and replied coldly, "Are you responsible?"

To be honest, Wu Yuan also saved people like putting out a fire, so he drank it out.

If something really happened and he failed to save people, then Wu Yuan would really be responsible. If the matter was serious, he might not be able to keep his doctor's license.

Tian Baohui: "...That's not good! You can't do this! A little doctor like you can't afford it!"

Wu Yuan: "Stop talking nonsense! Do you really want to save people?"